From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love's deep slumber and from death,
For lo! the treees are full of sighs
Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.
Eastward the gradual dawn prevails
Where softly-burning fires appear,
Making to tremble all those veils
Of grey and golden gossamer.
I can imagine you were a fun guy when you weren't dead! Especially all the times you were an alcoholic! Finnegans wake was rubbish though, noone can understand it
James Joyce 176 e. stone, Lake Forest CA
I have made a large project involving James Joyce and am going to state competition. I LOVE RAIN HAS FALLEN ALL THE DAY, and recite it for part of our presentation.
James Joyce's poetry contains a beauty of a kind that is not to be met with elsewhere. These verses are an important contribution to the universal poem that poets contribute to, and yet it would seem that few people have read them. Take up and read, take up and read. They are written from the heart.